” “It came,” he said. ‘You wouldn’t know one end of a pistol from the other. “I’m not the Devil. But it was now too late to turn back, and, nerving himself for the shock he expected to encounter, he ventured after his conductor. “Um, okay. And to wish not is useless, because you have told me from when I was a little girl. “Let’s go outside. Following this direction, he opened a gate, and struck into one of the most beautiful green lanes imaginable; which, after various windings, conducted him into a more frequented road, and eventually brought him to the place he sought. Women are made like the potter’s vessels —either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels.
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